because I do not hope to turn again
because I do not hope
because I do not hope to turn again
desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope
I no longer strive to strive for such things
(why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
why should i mourn
the vanished power of the usual rein

To which I replied:

Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still
Even among these rocks,
Our peace in His will
And even among these rocks
Sister, mother
And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,
Suffer me not to be separated